Chapter 2
The phone ringing jerked Rhonda from sound sleep. She fumbled for the receiver. She grunted into the mouthpiece, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"Still sacked out, huh? Sure must be nice to be a lazy bones," Paul teased.
"Oh, get fucked," she cracked, her face brightening at the sound of his voice.
"I did, baby! I did!"
"Are you at the office?" she asked, sitting up in bed.
"I have been for nearly an hour. It's nearly ten."
"It's what?!" Rhonda grabbed her alarm clock and peered at it. Ten minutes until ten. She groaned.
"My god, Lindy!"
"What's wrong?" Paul asked.
"I didn't get up and get Lindy off to school!" she exclaimed. "Let me call you back!"
"Okay," he replied. " 'Bye."
"'Bye. Love you."
Rhonda jumped out of bed. Throwing her robe over her nakedness, she went down the hall and stepped into Lindy's room. She stopped dead in her tracks.
The girl lay on her back, asleep. Her hand was inside her panties, her fingers slowly stroking her pussy. Rhonda stared at her daughter for several seconds. Lindy's hips rolled slowly, lifting slightly as her ass tightened and relaxed. Her fingers gradually increased their pace.
Rhonda watched, shaken, a mixture of feelings flooding through her. Her daughter was lying there jacking off in her sleep. Rhonda watched the girl, both repelled and fascinated by the sight. One part of her wanted to wake Lindy and stop her and another part was actually being turned on by the scene.
Lindy began to sigh in her sleep, her hips lifting higher and faster. Her fingers were working furiously inside her panties. Rhonda felt the beginning warmth between her thighs that indicated the glowing fires of lust about to burst into flame. Suddenly, she realized that she was stroking her own pussy through her robe. She jerked her hand away and shook herself.
Lindy whimpered and her young body arched up off the bed and stiffened. Her tense muscles trembled and her hand stilled. She shuddered several times and then her body settled slowly back to the bed. Her thighs clamped around her hand and she trembled, a smile on her sleeping lips.
Rhonda felt the churn of her stomach as she wrestled with the conflict that swelled up inside her. She started to turn and leave when the girl's eyes flickered open. She looked up at her mother and smiled. Her hand remained inside her panties.
"Hi, Mom," Lindy said sleepily. She eased her hand out of her crotch and stretched lazily. "What time is it?"
"Nearly ten," Rhonda answered. Her voice was almost a croak.
"I'm late," the girl observed, making no effort to get out of bed.
"I know. I overslept." Rhonda paused, struggling for words. "Do you know what you were doing, just before you woke?"
"Uh, no," Lindy replied, looking at her inquisitively. "What? Wait," she added, looking at her hand. "Oh, you mean jacking off?"
"Yes, that's what I mean." Rhonda was taken aback by the girl's bluntness.
"Sure. So?" She wasn't insolent in her tone of voice, just unconcerned.
"So! So, you're too young for such as that!"
"How old do I have to be?" Lindy asked, sitting up and looking at her mother.
"Well ... I don't know but older than fourteen."
"Mom," Lindy said strangely quiet and calm, "I have been having periods for three years. You told me that when I started that I was old enough to have a baby. You mean that being old enough to have a baby isn't old enough to enjoy sex?"
A look of disbelief swept over Rhonda's face and she stared at her daughter. "What do you mean, 'enjoy sex'? Are you still virgin!" Her voice was shrill.
"No." Lindy's eyes never faltered. She looked directly back at her mother.
Rhonda felt a surge of weakness and her knees buckled. She leaned on the chest beside her and caught her breath. "Who?" she asked. "Which one?"
"You mean you've done it with more than one?!"
"Not at one time." Lindy looked a little bewildered. She felt that she had always had a line of communication with her mother. Suddenly her mother was acting like a puritan.
"Oh, my God!" Rhonda groaned.
"For the love of Pete, what's wrong, Mom? I didn't do anything that you haven't done with Paul!"
Rhonda jerked her head up and glared at the girl. She felt anger boil up in her throat. "What the hell do you mean by that?!"
"Just what I said!" Lindy's eyes sparked and her mouth was set.
"We haven't ... well, it's different for us. We're getting married next week," the woman defended weakly.
"Why is it different?" The question came from her daughter's lips almost in a whisper.
"Well, because ... uh...." Rhonda stopped and looked at her daughter. Suddenly her child was much older, much more mature. A smile spread across her face and she chuckled softly. "I'm making an ass of myself, aren't I?"
"Not really," Lindy replied. She rose and crossed to her mother, circling the woman's waist and hugging her. "You are just acting like a mother."
Rhonda stroked her daughter s hair and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you for understanding."
"Thank you for being concerned," Lindy replied, looking up at her.
Rhonda hugged the girl. She could feel the heat of her young body through the sheer robe and the girl's nightgown. Lindy twisted her body and Rhonda felt her hard little nipples rake across her own. A strange tingle shot through her. Her crotch was wet and warm suddenly. She cleared her throat and pushed the strange feelings aside. Gently, pushing the girl away from her, she looked at her young, innocent face.
"You must be careful. Pregnancy is one thing you don't need at your age," she cautioned.
"I practice what you told me about birth control. If the boy doesn't have a rubber, I won't let him come inside me," Lindy reassured her.
Rhonda was again surprised at the girl's bluntness. "Good," she said with a smile. "Now just how much do you know about what Paul and I have done?"
"Enough," the girl replied impishly.
"Oh!"
"Enough to know that the two of you ball every chance you get. Like last night," Lindy teased.
"How do you know?" Curiosity was motivating Rhonda's inquiry. She wondered just how much the girl did know.
"Well, sometimes you two aren't very quiet and I have gotten up during the night to go to the bathroom and I heard the sound of two voices."
"Hmmm. Think you are pretty smart, don't you?"
"And...." Lindy hesitated, unsure if she should play her trump card. "And?"
"And I peeked a couple of times."
"Lindy! That's wrong!"
"Okay, it's wrong but my curiosity got the better of me. And it's done and I can't change it." She shrugged as she spoke.
Rhonda paused. The thought of Lindy watching them fuck made her pussy twitch and the fires began to glow again.
"Well, enough of that. It's obviously too late to get you to school so why don't you go to the kitchen and make some coffee while I call Paul. He woke me with a phone call and when I realized how late it was, I kind of cut him off. I promised I'd call back."
"Okay, you call the stud and I'll make coffee," the girl teased. Before Rhonda could reply, Lindy had skipped out of the room and left her standing, staring after her.
Rhonda sat down on the side of her bed and dialed Paul's office. He answered.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. Everything under control?"
"I'm not sure," she replied.
"Why? What do you mean?"
"Nothing," she added quickly. She knew that he wouldn't let it drop.
"So what's the problem?" His voice was insistent.
"I'll tell you more about it tonight, but basically it seems as though you were right about Lindy's maturity."
"You mean about sex?"
"And about you and me," she added.
"Hmmm. Did she tell you?"
"I'll give you the details tonight. Okay?"
"Okay. So how is my favorite pussy this morning?"
Rhonda flinched and shivered a little. He knew just how to turn her on.
"I hope you're alone!" she exclaimed. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.
"No. My secretary is under the desk sucking my cock while I am talking," he teased.
"Ooooh, Paul! Stop it! You're turning me on talking like that!"
"Good! Is it making that delicious pussy get all hot and wet?"
"You know damn well it is," she crooned. Her thighs were flexing, squeezing her cunt lips.
"I'll bet it's all juicy and itching, isn't it?" His voice was steady and calculated. He was tormenting her intentionally.
"Please, Paul! You're driving me crazy!" Her whisper was weak and a little hoarse.
"That's what I like to do. Wouldn't you like to have my finger in your cunt, stirring your juices, right now?"
"Oooo, God!" Rhonda rasped.
Her robe had fallen open and her thighs were parted. Her fingers combed the dark bush below her belly. Her pussy ached to be touched. Her breath rasped into the phone. Paul knew that she was close to the point of no return.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
"What?" she gurgled.
"Your finger on your pussy?"
"It isn't touching it," she countered.
"Why not? You want to jack off, don't you?"
"Yeees!" she hissed. Her finger plunged between the fleshy lips and sank into the slushy hole.
"Feel good?"
"Oh, God yes!" she rasped, closing her eyes and surrendering to her lust. "Slippery and hot?"
"Yeees!"
"On fire for a cock ... or a tongue?"
His last word sent a shudder through her. She groaned and fell back onto the bed, her legs falling open, her hips lifting to push her pussy up against her hand.
"Still there?" he asked.
"Uh ... huh," she mumbled.
"Tell me how it feels," he commanded.
"It ... feels good!"
"How good?"
"Sooo fucking good!" Her voice was strained and breathless. Her fingers were tearing at the hot slippery flesh. Her hips jerked up and down, causing the bed to squeak softly.
"And?" he pressed.
"Makes me want your cock! So fucking bad! Ooooh, Paul. It's Coming!" she whimpered.
"Do it! Jack it off, baby!" he demanded.
"Oh! Oooh! OOOHHH! AAAGGGHHNNN!"
Rhonda's back arched and she went rigid, her muscles rippling with the tremors of her climax. Her cunt convulsed and squeezed her fingers. She shuddered again and again. With a low groan, she collapsed onto the bed. Her heavy breathing whistled into the phone. "Good?" Paul asked softly. "Mmmmm!"
"Sounded like it. Wish I was there to make it better."
"Me, too!" Words were difficult. She was still in the final throes of her climax. "Feel better?"
"Delicious!"
"Good. Now. I'll let you go and I'll try to get some work done. See you tonight."
"I can't wait! I love you!" she whispered into the mouthpiece.
"I love you and your pussy. 'Bye."
"See you tonight," she answered, reluctant to end the conversation. The line clicked and she put the receiver on the cradle.
With a sigh she pushed herself up on her elbows and started to stand. Lindy stood in the doorway, a cup in her hand and a grin on her face.
"Here's your coffee. I think you need it," she said teasingly.
Rhonda bolted upright on the bed. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to enjoy the show," Lindy taunted.
Rhonda realized that her robe was open. She started to close it and then shrugged. "A little late for that," she said with a shrug. "You've seen enough of me that it would be false modesty."
"You certainly seemed to be getting off on whatever Paul was saying," the girl continued, handing her mother the coffee.
"Mmm-hm," she admitted, sipping the warm liquid.
For a moment they looked at each other, their eyes searching for some hint of the other's thoughts. Rhonda set the cup on the nightstand and sighed.
"What are we going to do with you?" Rhonda asked lightly.
The girl smiled and shrugged. "You will be careful?"
"Of course, Mom." Lindy dropped onto the bed beside her. Her small .hand came to rest on Rhonda's bare thigh. A tremor ran through the woman with the contact.
"Was I doing it right?" the woman asked, trying to be casual.
"What?"
"Uh ... you know." Suddenly she felt self-conscious.
"Oh, you mean, jacking off. It looked like it did the job. You came pretty good."
"Do you, uh, come good?" Rhonda was getting a little more comfortable with the conversation.
"Deliriously!" the girl bubbled.
Rhonda's eyes flickered to the girl's nylon-covered crotch. Her chest felt tight and she felt her body flush. Her imagination was working furiously, creating pictures of Lindy's young pussy. She looked away quickly, aware that the girl knew where she was staring.
"Your pussy is pretty," the girl said softly.
Rhonda stared at her face. "Thank you," she replied uncomfortably. "Now, for a shower, and then I'm going to try to get this place cleaned up." She quickly changed the subject and got to her feet. She felt Lindy's eyes follow her as she crossed the hall to the bathroom.
Lindy smiled and, kissing her fingertips, pressed them to the damp crotch of her panties.